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"We are making haste," Dick shouted back, "in case it is early- closing day." "I want Veronica!" I shouted. "What?" shouted Dick. "Veronica!" I shouted with my hands to my mouth. "Yes!" shouted Dick. "She's on ahead." It was useless screaming any more. He was now climbing the stile. "They always take each other's part, those two," sighed Robina.
So when Rowlett, who had really gone only on a neighbourhood journey, sauntered idly by the house the next afternoon near sunset, Dorothy was standing by the stile and he paused tentatively in the road. As though the conversation of yesterday had not occurred, the man said: "Howdy, Dorothy," and the girl nodded.
He was not above fifteen years old when he was entered of Queen's College, Oxford, in which his father had been placed: where he applied himself so closely to the study of classical learning, that in a very short time he became master of a very elegant Latin stile, even before he arrived at that age when ordinary scholars begin to write good English.
"And then, ladies at first I thought of no danger to myself, but ran for the gate, still groping as I went, for my eyeglasses; stumbled across the lane somehow, and over the stile in vain chase of the man I had glimpsed two minutes before. I say a vain chase, for I had not plunged twenty yards into the plantation before short-sighted mole that I am I had lost the track.
The fairies, too, are all let loose, and hobgoblins of every sort roam freely about In South Uist and Eriskay there is a saying: Avoid the road, children, children." In Cardiganshire on November Eve a bogie sits on every stile.
"I shall meet him, then," said Mary, "at the stile behind the garden; and may God direct and protect me in what I purpose!" Poll gave no amen, to this, as it might be supposed she would have done, but simply said "I'm glad, Miss M'Loughlin, that you're doin' what you are doin'. It'll be a comfort maybe to yourself to reflect on it hereafther. Good night, Miss."
One afternoon, two weeks later, Loveday, the author, was leaning upon a stile, talking to Margaret Hogarth; and he said: "I love you! If you could deign " "Truth is," she said, "you are in love with my brother, Dick, and you think it is me!"
The rest were playing at cricket. Jem joined them, and was the merriest and most active amongst them; till, at last, when quite out of breath with running, he was obliged to give up to rest himself, and sat down upon the stile, close to the gate on which Lazy Lawrence was swinging. "And why don't you play, Lawrence?" said he. "I'm tired," said Lawrence. "Tired of what?"
'I go that way when the grass is wet, she returned at last. 'It is not wet now, he persisted; 'the sun has been shining on it these nine hours. The fact was that the way by the path was less open than by the road, and Festus wished to walk with her uninterrupted. 'But, of course, it is nothing to me what you do. He flung himself from the stile and walked away towards the house.
I am selfish: but am I more selfish than the rest of the world?" asks my lord, with a French shrug of his shoulders, and a pinch out of his box. Once, in their walks in the fields, his lordship happening to wear a fine scarlet coat, a cow ran towards him; and the ordinarily languid nobleman sprang over a stile with the agility of a schoolboy.
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